strangetrip | [GP/EP] Check-In Day

Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.

So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.

Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.

Madame Mayor was in.

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The touch provoked a sigh, paradoxically soft and almost content by contrast to the heat coursing through her veins. "Such good hands," she murmured on a breath between kisses. It felt, he felt, good, both capital and lowercase.

"Why thank you," he smiled into another kiss and let calloused fingers stroke the silky skin of her thigh.

Regina's lashes fluttered over a playful roll of her eyes before she wound her other leg around his hips to draw him flush against her. Her hands skimmed over his arms. "You know, I think I might need your help later, too."

"I think I could be available later," deft fingers moved higher up her thigh beneath the bunched hem of her skirt and teased along the edge of the lace he found there.

It occurred to her how strange it was that she'd allowed her desire for him to lead them here. She would never have interrupted a work day for any other lover. If Robin had dragged her from (or over) her desk she wouldn't have protested, but she wouldn't have sought it out, either. So why with Dyson?

Maybe because that's all it was?

Whatever the reason, she slid her fingers through the short length of his hair and sought his mouth again, nothing sweet, soft or chaste about the way her tongue lashed through his mouth. She wanted him to want her as inconveniently as she wanted him.

He certainly wanted her, but the only thing inconvenient about it was going to be making his way through the common areas without shocking people. He met the savagery of her kiss with his own, how attached was she to this particular piece of lace he wondered, fingers tracing it again and curling into the soft flesh of her thigh.

At the onslaught of heat in his kiss, her body tightened with a low, bittersweet throb. His fingers grazed her inner thigh, questing, and her own fingers tightened around the back of his neck. "Two can play," she groaned against his mouth and then shifted, leaning back into the wall enough that she could (for the moment at least) get her hand between her thighs to the button of his jeans.

"Play much more and I'll scare the populous when I leave the pantry." He joked, not stopping her but taking the opportunity her movement gave to slide those questing fingers beneath the lace.

His fingers found her already slick enough to be messy (were it not for magic that would let her freshen her clothes), and the slightest caress forced the breath from her lungs, noisily. She managed to get her own hand far enough into his jeans to run the tips of her fingers over his cock. "Play much more and you won't have to," she suggested.

"Not in the pantry with witnesses barely a door away." He couldn't help but stroke her again though, wet and ready, his own hips twisting into her caress.

"What did you say about that knock code later?"

A silencing spell would solve the problem of people hearing, but he was right. "Anticipation and delayed gratification are always fun," she murmured, husky. "I didn't say, but I'll knock as soon as I'm sure I'll be alone."

"Or you could just knock on my door." He had a room to himself after all. The occasional ghost not with standing. He stroked her again before reluctantly withdrawing.

"I could." Regina pursed her lips and then leaned closer to press a quieter kiss to his mouth. "I will. It might be nice to...be somewhere that isn't haunted for me." They hadn't discussed it, not at all, the ghost who reminded her entirely too much of Daniel and the ever-present reminder of the site of the first murder (her mother's). But she was ready, at least, to let him know sometimes that space bothered her.

"Maybe in time we can exorcise the ghosts," not that he knows what they are, Or the depth they came from. "And if that doesn't work, at least you'll get a break."

"And you." Which, no matter which space they found themselves in, would be a pleasure.

"That I can guarantee." He released her reluctantly after one more lingering kiss.

"Back to work?"

"I'd say the hotel won't run itself, but we both know it will." It might not be nearly as disaster-prepared if she and Caroline didn't do what they did, but it wouldn't stop running.

"Later, wolf."

"Highness," he agreed. Already looking forward to later.

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